Hua Gang was preparing to escape.
But he knew he wasn't Zhuge Kongming. How could one man's wits possibly stand against the strength of many? Only artificial intelligence could do that—one that could sweep everyone aside.
Provided it was a strong AI.
That Little Panda, Huanhuan, seemed to be a strong AI.
He immediately said, "Huanhuan, design an escape route for me right away. I'm going to the Tribal Jungle."
"Sure thing." The Little Panda snapped to attention and vanished.
Hua Gang waited hopefully.
But more than ten minutes passed... and still nothing.
He was a little puzzled. Couldn't artificial intelligence perform trillions of calculations per second? Was designing an escape route really going to take several minutes, like rendering a AAA game?
Could it be a person playing the part, deliberately having fun at his expense?
Hua Gang's heart tightened, then relaxed again.
Who would be that bored?
Heh, he'd thought too highly of himself.
Other than an apartment and a beat-up car, who would be interested in him? Even on the matchmaking market, he could only barely be considered, ranked as a "third-rate backup."
In other words, only after the preferred choices, first-rate backups, and second-rate backups had all been passed over would potential dates consider him.
The standard for a "second-rate backup" was five hundred thousand in savings, a fully paid apartment, and a car worth around two hundred thousand.
A "first-rate backup" meant an Alliance position, savings, and an RV worth twice that of a second-rate backup, with both parents receiving pensions and able to care for the children full-time after marriage.
A "preferred choice" had to be over 1.8 meters tall, handsome, a virgin, meet twice the conditions of a first-rate backup, and add their wife's name to the property deed.
There were twenty-four holidays